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I Fell Again

I fell again
Tumbling down, down
Dragged to the depths by the weight in my chest
By my heavy heart

It doesn't learn, that heart
All it wants is to be rid of pain
But each time I think it's healed
It gets broken again

How can a heart be so heavy
If it has so many holes
Deep gouges and crevasses that wound it
Mercilessly

This fall is worse than the others
This time I don't just feel sad
I feel betrayed and anguished
And I left first

I left first
I vowed I never would
But it was better for everyone, I hope
And he won't suffer because of who I am

God, why do things hurt so badly
Why do I sob and cry if I've done the right thing
I haven't cried in so long
But I won't be able to stop for even longer

Where do all these tears come from
Where do they hide until I'm hurt
Am I crying for my heart
Or his this time

My God, my Lord, take the pain away
Please, I beg You, take it
But if You can, take his away first
So that this guilt stops plaguing my heart

My hands are shaking
There is no life left in my voice
I've returned to my painful existence
As a saddened soul, a broken heart

When will this ever end?

Author notes

Please, pray for us. God bless.

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  • satan-
    July 9, 2008

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    That last line is so wonderfully haunting. The depth of sorrow is really noticeable in your poem, and it's very beautifully interweaved. Thanks for entering!

  • Disturbed Prodigy
    June 24, 2008
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    the Heart is a very confusing thing, i swear i mean that the heart is, keep it flowing


  • Dawn Angel
    June 23, 2008

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    of course this poem is a work of art, but you should know that because you're an artist. However I wonder what happened today that inspired the two poems you've written. Please call me soon, I'm suffering from FWS.
    -Angel